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released November 5, 2015

Recorded at Suburban Hermit Studios and JP Studio Live
Written, performed and produced by Jim Pastor
Engineered and mastered by John Tabacco
Artwork concept and production by Jim Pastor
Art direction and production by Derek Beecham and Chris Aoki-Kalin
Portrait photography by Joe Gioglio
Japanese translation for "Throw Down" by Chaco and Chris Aoki-Kalin

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Track Name: Throw Down
THROW DOWN

Throw down - throw down - mmm hmm
Throw down - that heavy weight
Throw down - throw down - yes
Throw down - that heavy weight

The time is now to liberate
The time is now - (throw down that heavy weight!)
The time is now don't hesitate
The time is now - throw down that heavy weight

Throw down - throw down - mmm hmm
Throw down - that heavy weight
Throw down - throw down - yes
Throw down - that heavy weight

The time is now to elevate
The time is now - (maximize your leverage!)
The time is now - don't be late
The time is now - throw down that heavy weight

lay your burden down
lay your burden down
lay your burden down
lay it down

Throw down - throw down - mmm hmm
Throw down - that heavy weight
Throw down - throw down - yes
Throw down - that heavy weight

ohhh soto makikomi
tomo nagi uki goshi
uchi mata tie otoshi
nagewaza

ich - ni - san - roku!

Throw down - throw down - mmm hmm
Throw down - that heavy weight
Throw down - throw down - yeah
Throw down - that heavy weight

The time is now to levitate
The time is now - (sore o shita ni nagero!)
The time is now don't hesitate
The time is now - throw down that heavy weight

Throw down - throw down - mmm hmm
Throw down - that heavy weight
Throw down - throw down - yes
Throw down - that heavy weight
Track Name: Running In Place
RUNNING IN PLACE

Ba bah da bah da bah da bah
Ba bah da bah da bah da bah
Ba bah da bah da bah da bah

At the end of the day I'm just running in place
And it really doesn't matter anyway
You know I'm not going anywhere

You could come back in a thousand years
Long after this day is done
I'd still be running in place right here

Ba bah da bah da bah da bah
Ba bah da bah da bah da bah
Ba bah da bah da bah da bah

You're getting like zero miles to the gallon, dude
We gotta seriously open up the hood and see what's going on under there, man
See what's giving you a bad car day

The abbreviation for running in place
Is the same as rest in peace
Which means you're not going anywhere

You could come back in a million years
Long after this day is done
I'd still be running in place right here

James, kindly bring around the Bentley
I'm sorry sir, the Bentley is currently indisposed
Indisposed? How could the Bentley possible be indisposed?
It's a matter of some impropriety I'm afraid
Good Heavens!

Corriendo
Corriendo en lugar
Corriendo en lugar

Ba bah da bah da bah da bah
Ba bah da - badda badda bing
Ba bah da - badda badda bling - ha ha!

Welcome to Purgatory!
Have a seat!
Make yourself comfortable!
You're gonna be here a long, long time!
Enjoy!
Track Name: Was Not a Liberal
WAS NOT A LIBERAL

Sam as a young man had his cake, ate it
Tried to sell it back to the baker
Got slapped, but was not shaken
In love as he was with the American Dream

All right
light up the night
seen at first light
red blue and white
was not a liberal

Had a gas-guzzling seventies flashback
Dreaming up wide dashboards
And giant back seats to upright
Every Miss this side of the Misses Hippy

WAS NOT A LIBERAL!

Had wide flange collars and a straight eight
Making the most of 10W30 viscosity
Blazing past Kerouac on the open flat
Loving his women when the moon was fat

All right
do it all night
feeling just right
high as a kite
but was not a liberal

Almost made Jack drop his daisies
Pop his crazies and howl in place
Loved the American Dream so much
Couldn't let it go first sign of a bad cam on the backroads

WAS NOT A LIBERAL!

Finally got caught speeding in the zone
Of cop-crazed bumper booting highway's
Most sublime mounties decked out in
Broad-rim hats and boots, sirens, buzzers and bells

Yeah right
bring on the fight
muscle makes might
bark is his bite
was not a liberal

Talked his way clean, good old boy that he was
Waving the banner like some swanky overlit neon sign
On the Vegas-bound section of the interstate --
Pull over, man -- I think I'm gonna getting sick

All right
driving all night
seeing first light
hanging a right
was not a liberal

All right
wrong makes a right
muscle makes might
go fly a kite
no, was not a liberal
Track Name: Seven Suns
SEVEN SUNS

How many
..... corpses
.......... have you
............... gentrified

How many
..... dwellings
.......... have you
............... occupied

How many
..... cities
.......... have you
............... fortified

I see seven suns
I guess I'm not the only one

How many
..... spirits
.......... have you
............... purified

How many
..... temples
.......... have you
............... sanctified

How many
..... saviors
.......... have you
............... crucified

I see seven suns
I guess I'm not the only one

Get out of your head - You're the dancing dead
Get out of your head - You're the dancing dead
Get out of your head - You're the dancing dead
Get out of your head - You're the dancing dead!

How many
..... rollers
.......... have you
............... rockified

How many
..... crowds
.......... have you
............... electrified

How many
..... nations
.......... have you
............... unified

I see seven suns
I'm not the only one
Track Name: Blue Skies
BLUE SKIES

[chorus rpt]: Blue skies are fading
[voice over]: High above our earthly maiden
I want you all to meet me at that proverbial railroad station
And together we'll trek across this nuclear nation
For one last trip ...

[chorus]: Blue skies are fading
High above our earthly maiden
I'll meet you at the Palladium
Save me a seat at the stadium

Driving all over in your Range Rover
Treading on patches of fine green clover
Bring your suit, your wine, your flute
And your haircut specific militia recruit
Maybe if you're lucky she'll lick your boot
When you go in for the kill make sure you get the root

[chorus]: Blues skies are fading
Meet me at the railroad station
We'll trek across this nuclear nation
For one last trip, one last vacation

[chorus rpt]: Gonna lick your boot
[voice over]: Licking your boot, baby

Gods behind bars, feeding on stars
Gathering up speed to slingshot around Mars
The greed, the lust, the need
All hell will break loose when they're finally freed
Since back in the day they've been growing like weeds
And now its too late (they've spread their demon seed)

[chorus rpt]: Blue skies are fading
[voice over]: We're done digging up coal, done digging for oil
Oh mama, forgive us -- we've done ruined this soil
We'll trek across this nuclear nation
For one last trip, one last vacation

I wanna frak with you baby
I wanna frak with you baby, come on come on
I wanna frak with you baby
I wanna frak with you baby, come on come on come on come on

Radioactive countdown!

You're tuned in to the CRAZIEST after-world party this side of the post-apocalypse. Starting us off was "I Wanna Frak with You Baby" by Pimp Asteroid. Speaking of heavenly bodies that are out of this world -- got a ride off the rock yet? Orbital condos are going fast. Hurry and reserve now -- space is limited!

[chorus]: Blue skies are fading
Time to climb aboard the space station
I need my dose of radium
Gladiators running loose in the stadium

Yeah baby ... I know you like it like that
Covering you in oil, spreading it all around
It's gonna be real slick
You and me baby, 'til the end of time
Doing it right